I really hope large-scale choreographed chants like this catch on stateside:
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Change we try to believe in
This morning, I went to Howard Megdal’s press conference announcing his intention to campaign to be the Mets’ general manager.
Howard is a friend and a colleague, and I’m always intrigued by offbeat movements within the Mets’ fanbase. I visited the ill-fated Jenrry Mejia rally back in March, as well.
And when Howard stepped to the podium and read a lengthy, well-penned speech announcing his hopes to run the team with logic and transparency, I couldn’t help but consider how closely so many of his big-picture arguments for how the Mets should be operated resonated with all I’ve written here and elsewhere. After all, on matters pertaining to baseball and the Mets, Howard and I frequently agree.
But here’s the issue: The Mets are winning games. Eight of their last nine, 35 of 63 for the season. On the year, they’ve outscored their opponents by 36 runs. They’ve been playing good defense and running the bases exceptionally well. Their pitching has been a surprise and their offense appears to be starting to click.
It’s awesome. Straight up. And while there are still legitimate gripes to be made whenever Alex Cora takes another step toward locking up $2 million of the Mets’ 2011 payroll, and whenever prized pitching prospect Jenrry Mejia throws a mopup inning with an eight-run lead, it’s difficult to complain about a team succeeding so frequently, and it makes fans less likely to jump aboard any movement to shake things up in the team’s front office.
And what matters most, of course, is that it lasts.
Through 63 games, the Mets’ offense has posted a 94 OPS+, a hair below average for the National League. But two of the Mets’ best hitters — Jason Bay and Jose Reyes — have significantly underperformed their lines from their past few (healthy) seasons, and it’s reasonable to expect both to be more productive offensively moving forward. Only Rod Barajas has been much better than could be expected. Second base has been, to date, a complete black hole of offense.
So the Mets should actually be even better offensively moving forward. Just having Gary Matthews Jr. off the team and not wasting at-bats should help them improve. The bench is much better now that it has got Chris Carter on it. If Carlos Beltran ever returns, that’ll obviously help too.
As for the pitching: Against all odds, Mets pitchers have been great this year, posting a 109 ERA+ that’s well above the league average.
Problem is, it appears to be fueled by unsustainable performances. Johan Santana and Mike Pelfrey have been great and should continue to have success, but neither has the type of peripheral numbers that suggest they’ll be able to keep their ERAs below 3.00. There’s certainly something to be said for pitching to weak contact — especially when half your games are in Citi Field — but as the weather warms up both pitchers will likely allow a few more home runs.
Jon Niese, who actually has a better K:BB ratio than either Santana or Pelfrey, has been great. It won’t all be one-hit shutouts for Niese as the league gets more of a look at him, but his performance isn’t terribly out of line with his Minor League history. Hisanori Takahashi and R.A. Dickey are wild cards, but it’s hard to expect either to continue pitching quite as well as they have.
It never seems like his saves come easily, but Francisco Rodriguez has been excellent out of the bullpen. His K-rate is as high and his walk rate as low as they’ve been in several years.
The rest of the bullpen has been far less impressive. Pedro Feliciano has a low ERA but has allowed an enormous amount of baserunners. Raul Valdes had been great until a couple of terrible outings in San Diego. Mejia and Fernando Nieve have both walked nearly as many batters as they’ve struck out, and Ryota Igarashi has been downright awful since returning from the disabled list.
Still, it’s hard to get a decent read on the bullpen since so many of its members are dealing with very small samples. And now that John Maine and Ollie Perez are out of the starting rotation, Jerry Manuel hasn’t been overusing any one reliever. It will be interesting to see how they perform with more rested arms.
So can the Mets remain in contention? It’s starting to seem that way. They’ve got flaws, of course, and it would be silly to expect the starting pitchers to perform as well as they have for the past few weeks. But an improved offense can mitigate that regression. The Braves appear strong and the Phillies will likely soon start playing better, but the Mets look apt to stay in the playoff hunt.
Chatting with Jesus Feliciano
David Wright now being David Wright
I’ll have more on the Mets in a bit, but while working on that I took a gander at David Wright’s season stats, fresh off his two-homer day in Baltimore.
Wright now has a .906 OPS, precisely .001 off his career .907 mark. His park- and league-adjusted OPS+ is 141, exactly the same as it was in 2008. He has not played in as favorable an offensive environment — probably due to some combination of Citi Field, the early season weather and a general downturn in offense around the league — but he is producing at exactly the same rate he did in 2008, back when he was everyone’s hero.
The major difference, of course, is the strikeout total. He is striking out in 27.8% of his plate appearances for the season, a significant uptick over his 18.1% career rate and even the 22.7% mark he posted last year. We can point to the most recent stretch to show hope that they’re tailing off — Wright has struck out only 19.6% of the time in June and 16.4% of the time since his recent hot streak started on May 30 — but that, of course, assumes all the risks inherent in isolating small sample sizes by arbitrary endpoints.
Wright has looked awesome at the plate lately, jumping on pitches early in the count and seemingly not bailing out from curveballs on the inside part of the plate so often. Of course, players always look good when they’re hitting well.
But Wright should look awesome because Wright is awesome. Remember that he’s proven to be one of the very best players in the game over the course of his career, and though the strikeouts are worrisome, there’s really no reason to believe Wright will be anything short of excellent moving forward.
More reasons Heath Bell is awesome
If you didn’t think Heath Bell was awesome after this interview with Yahoo! Sports in March, check out this clip from Ephraim Fischbein’s interview with the man for New York Baseball Digest:
Nickname – Heater or Taco
That’s right: Heath “Taco” Bell.
What a stud.
I interviewed Bell for the very first of our “On the Road” segments for what used to be called New York Baseball Today and is now The Baseball Show. I’m pretty sure it was my first on-camera interview with a player, and Bell seized the opportunity to mess with me. Even at the time I thought it was hilarious.
When two people are talking on-camera, they usually have to be standing uncomfortably close to each other. We’re accustomed to seeing it so it doesn’t look strange, but pay attention next time you see that setup and consider the distance you’d normally stand to have a conversation with someone at a bar or in your kitchen or wherever. Get into this business and you’re going to do a lot of awkward mantouching with professional athletes. Heath Bell appreciates that, apparently. I’m pretty sure he leaned in to kiss me at one point but it didn’t make the final cut:
For the Internet
Whenever I hazily remember something now, I look to the Internet for confirmation or corroboration. It’s bothersome, then, when there is no online evidence of something I am certain happened. This story came up a couple of weeks ago while I was making paper airplanes with my 2-year-old nephew. I pursued it later and found nothing, though I didn’t even know where to start with search terms. Like I said, my memory of the event is hazy, but in the interest of getting it documented, here’s what I remember:
During what I believe was the 1990-91 NHL season, I went to an Islanders game with my brother and a couple of friends. We were never huge hockey fans, but we grew up about 10 minutes from Nassau Coliseum and wound up going to Islanders games a few times a season. The Isles’ run of early-80s greatness came before I appreciated sports, but in the late part of the decade they added a couple of ruthless goons we liked to go see, Mick Vukota and Ken Baumgartner.
This particular night was Dental Hygiene Awareness night, and at the door they gave everyone small posters — probably about 17 x 11 inches — to celebrate the event. The posters were glossy and printed on good, sturdy stock, and featured an Islander with a man-sized turquoise toothbrush.
I want to say it was Pat LaFontaine, but I’m almost certain it wasn’t — we would have been more excited about it if it were LaFontaine, since he was the Isles’ main dude then. I’m pretty sure it was some complementary Isle, like Pat Flatley or Brent Sutter. All I know for sure is he was standing there with an enormous toothbrush on a poster begging to be framed in kid-friendly dentists’ offices everywhere.
By the second period, the Isles were getting their asses kicked, as they were wont to do back then (see also: now). I can’t remember the score or who they were playing.
But crystal clear in my memory is the sight of a single dental-hygiene-awareness-poster airplane floating lazily down from the Coliseum’s upper levels and onto the ice. It touched down between the blue lines, just shy of the faceoff circle, away from the action but prominently enough for everyone in the arena to notice it.
Within minutes, the ice was blanketed in paper airplanes. Everybody in the Coliseum got into the act. There were trick planes and gliders and all sorts of fancy origami creations, but mostly the standard dart-style plane, only bigger and stronger thanks to the medium. The suckers were flying everywhere, a swarm of tartar-control locusts wildly descending on the rink. Not all the planes made it to the ice on first flight, but fans all over the arena were happy to relaunch the ones that didn’t. We started with four posters, but between us we must have thrown 15 onto the ice. Bedlam.
The refs stopped play and the P.A. announcer begged fans to stop throwing foreign objects onto the ice, and also asked fans to report anyone they saw doing so. I remember a funny guy a few rows ahead of us standing up and pointing in every which direction. There was no way to single out the instigators; it was an arena-wide mutiny against crappy hockey, and, presumably, dogmatic proponents of dental hygiene.
Eventually, a cleanup crew cleared the ice and the Isles prepared to resume play. Then came the part I wasn’t expecting: Moments after the horn sounded and play started up again, another round of airplanes immediately swooped down and covered the ice. Whoom. The second set felt more premeditated, nastier. They came from the fans who actually thought to hang onto their airplanes for a chance to interrupt play again, a group that apparently had more arm strength or better aim than the general arena populace. The second wave of planes almost universally reached the ice.
The refs stopped play again, the cleanup crew again cleared the ice, and from there, the teams played mostly uninterrupted hockey. A few more planes trickled onto the rink later in the game, but there weren’t enough posters left in fans’ hands to stop play again.
That happened. I’m sketchy on the details, but I wanted to make sure the Internet knew about it.
Athletes, everyone else unable to resist donuts
Seahawks rookie wide receiver Golden Tate said Tuesday he was “very embarrassed” after police in the Seattle suburb of Renton, Wash., gave him a warning for trespassing into a gourmet doughnut shop at 3 a.m. last weekend….
He said a friend took a couple of maple bars from the shop, which is on the ground floor of the building in which Tate lives.
“They are irresistible,” Tate said of the pastries.
Seahawks coach Pete Carroll said he has talked to Tate and agrees that maple bars can be irresistible.
Right, right, right. “A friend.”
I’m actually not a huge fan of maple-flavored desserts — they’re usually a bit too sweet for me — but I understand the allure of a 3 a.m. donut. And heck, if I lived above a donut shop, with all that donuty goodness lingering in my nostrils long after the shop closed, I might be tempted to break in after hours.
I mean, if they didn’t want Golden Tate trespassing and “his friends” stealing donuts, they could have stayed open 24 hours. Did anyone really expect this guy to walk right past a gourmet donut shop to go buy lesser donuts at a Mobil Mart or 7-11, just because the shop is closed for business? C’mon. Have you had those donuts?
That’s not a rhetorical question: Has anyone been to TopPot Donuts in the Seattle area? Can someone confirm if they’re good?
As Tate himself points out, the entire episode has been good for TopPot.
But I should note that this is not the first embarrassing off-field incident involving a professional athlete and a donut. Kevin Mitchell, at the height of his awesomeness, once went on the Disabled List after injuring a tooth biting a donut he had microwaved too long.
Hat tip to Paul Vargas for the link.
The aforementioned roommate’s cartoon
Some shameless friend-promotion. Mike is a talented dude, and you’ll probably notice pretty quickly that we have some overlapping interests:
The President of The Universe from mike Carlo on Vimeo.
For more of Mike’s work, check out his animation blog. Also, you’ll note that he’s clearly out to make a liar of me — in the second picture of last night’s event, you might spot me in the foreground on the right, watching the screen with the animation that’s out of frame. And pretty clearly you can see that the Mets game is on two of the four TVs, even though my attention is diverted away. But by the time the cartoons ended the bar had switched to the NBA Finals, so no Niese for me.
Stephen Colbert tackles mustaches, tacos, soccer
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Many of my smart, reasonable friends thoroughly enjoy soccer as I’m certain many of you do, and I’m not looking to start an argument I’ve had about a billion times before. I just don’t care for the sport, for several of the reasons Colbert details in the video above.
Straight up, I find it boring. It doesn’t maintain my interest. And I’ve seen plenty of it at this point, though I was probably biased going in.
The arguments Starr cites are typical of soccer’s defenders. The thing is, I have no doubt that soccer players are world-class athletes and I very much respect the fact that they can run 7 miles per game. Bully for them; I couldn’t do that.
But I couldn’t run a marathon either and that doesn’t mean I’m going to watch one. Plus, the second part of his argument — that soccer players are not “freaks of nature” as I assume he thinks basketball and football players are — not only vaguely contradicts his first (since he expected us to be impressed by the midfielders’ amazing athleticism) but doesn’t make a damn difference to me.
I would actually much prefer to see freaks of nature battling it out in competition. Adds to the spectacle, which is a big part of why I watch. In fact, soccer might be a lot more interesting if both teams had to carry an NFL linebacker on the field somewhere. Oh, and he’s allowed to dispense bonecrushing hits.
On the plus side, I enjoy crazed celebrations and hooliganship in general.
Scouting the Orioles with Stacey Long
Stacey from CamdenChat.com joins the Baseball Show: